#springtrap x reader

Times were rough and finding a job wasn't any easier.

You'd had a position at the Mall, but now that was gone. It all started when some douche bag in the mall was harassing some girl. You stepped in, and that's when he got hostile. All you did was sock him, which you, of course, figured you had every right to do- considering his sudden erratic movements and the fact he was trying to get handsy.  Turns out your boss didn't agree. He also didn't seem to appreciate that you chose to argue with him about the situation rather than just apologize. 

The guy was arrested, which also made no sense on why you’d be getting in trouble at work. Something about “Causing a scene,” though you'd much rather consider that an act of justice, that anybody who was watching the scene (there were plenty), would have agreed with. But your boss had his “no bullshit” policy, and arguing didn't help your case at all.

So now here you are, sitting in the office of the terribly made “The Horror Attraction.”

FazBear Fright.

Seemed easy enough, and it wasn't like you went out past 11pm anyway, so a night shift was perfect for you, besides the wreckage to your maintained sleep schedule. 12-6, you were on the job- and you couldn't help but gag. The smell was so musky and dirty- as if the room itself was trying to suffocate you. But nonetheless you did your job, watching cameras and sipping on the soda you’d brought to work.

Time went slower than usual. Sitting in your oddly tight uniform and staring blankly at the cameras. Not even wifi in this building.. And barely any service. What would happen if somebody broke in? Considering the shitty electricity management, you doubted your ability to be able to handle the situation properly and call the cops. It scared you, the idea of being stranded. Especially in a building like this. With no way to call for help.

It heightened your anxiety some.

Every hour felt as if it was getting slower, so you spent your time… exploring. Not too far from the little comfort the office gave you, but enough to give you an idea of the building’s purpose. And it served it well. The building was eerie, even more considering you were alone. Or maybe you weren't. That was the worst part, you wouldn't know if you were actually alone or not. You wouldn't know unless, of course, the presence made itself known, and by then you’d probably already be snatched up. Or worse.

You narrowed your eyes down the hall, peeking your head down it. What was the story of this place? From what the phone guy told you, it was some popular restaurant. It'd burned down and they took the parts to rebuild it. What you weren't stoked for was the idea of having to wear the suit to scare people. You had a week to prepare for that anyway, what you were focused on was the paycheck. However, What you were focused on right nowwww was a shot. With how your nerves were tensing up? You'd kill for a shot of whiskey.

What Springtrap was focused on was the curve of your back. How your belt held your slacks up against the curve of your ass. It only took him the time it took you to skitter back to your office for his attention shift from the softness of your features to his main agenda. Your suffering and his goal of immortality.

What a waste, he thought. Such a pretty face, yet it’d soon have to face his twisted fantasy. Though he couldn't shake the feeling that this should be delayed. That he should take pity on you and your death. Such a young woman, gone so soon. He watched you aimlessly press buttons on the cameras- his hand reaching out to rest on the left window before he heard it.

The laughter.

Your head snapped to the shadow, the creepy laughter you’d just accidentally played and the general environment only increasing the spooked feeling in your chest. You blinked, quickly trying to regulate your sudden rapid breathing- which you had just now noticed.

Son of a bitch…

6:00 AM

Time had passed a tad quicker towards the end, and you were grateful for that. Leaving was even scarier for whatever reason, as if something would try to stop you. Like the eyes you'd been feeling on you all night would suddenly reveal itself. And never let you leave.

The first two nights were pretty easy, and roaming on the 3rd night was easier. Until it wasn't. Being chased down the hall by some phantom child was not on your bucket list. You hit the floor, sliding into the office unintentionally- scrambling up quickly to slam your hand on the button. “FUCK!” You gasped, sliding down the wall to catch your breath on the floor. You could see the flicker of the Balloon Boy sitting outside the window, only for a moment before he vanished. What the absolute fuck was that? You couldn't even comprehend what you were seeing with your own two eyes, and you never really liked to doubt your sanity.

You sat up, looking to the right and left- those eyes. The same feeling you'd gotten every day since you started working at this shitty establishment. Ones you'd gotten better at ignoring until today. It was like you could feel the eyes physically smile- and it failed to comfort you. On your second shift, you took an hour or two out of your work time to look into the backstory. Dead kids, mysterious fire. Knowing the background only fueled your suppressed fear more. Today was just the tip of the iceberg, as far as you knew anyway.

Springtrap had plans for you, Female security guards were unseen in his territories. And usually that wouldn't really matter, but for whatever reason. You interested him. Enough for him to fuel the need for him to kill you. He didn’t know why he hadn't tried yet. Sending his phantoms after you, to do his dirty work. He’d watch from afar, but never intervene. Springtrap is a blood-thristy, power hungry, egotistical… killer. He feels nothing for those around him, or for those he hurts. The closest he’s ever come to feeling was with his family, or when he was cumming. He couldn't tell what it was you fueled inside him; Blood charged violent or Dominance hungry lust? A part of him wanted to kill you. Shove you into a suit, rebuild an empire perhaps. Another part of him wanted to just scare you, pin you down- remind himself of his own power. Starting with your cunt.

Not yet,

              But soon.

Your fifth night on the shift would be hell.

As if the third and fourth night weren't total death scares.

Spring trap had plans. Plenty. He was ready to test you. See how easily scared you truly were. What would send your heart thumping? Blood pumping? How far could he break you down before he finally showed himself. He was aching with need, his lower abdomen and neck burning, the heat spreading from the tips of his bunny ears to the back of his shoulders. 

A bug crawled from the hole in his suit- squishing itself out the skin and into another hole’s meshed muscle. Afton’s head twitched, watching you. Your hands carefully tapping between cameras.

Foxy popped his head out one of the hallways, your camera snapped to him- and it wasn't long before Springtrap was signaling for him to jumpscare you.

It was like he got pleasure out of hearing you scream, Something about how your voice pitched… words catching in your throat as you scramble… Curse in a sudden wave of anger. A tough exterior, but easy to crack. You were his favorite kind of victim to break.  

WAIT.

His mind told him. He wanted to wait, really feel the pleasure in finally tearing you down. Not like he was tearing you down from very high anyway, really he would just be tearing you out of a dingy office chair… and hopefully out of those tight clothes. Maybe it was when it hit 4 am when he started getting annoyed. Watching you evade his attempts to catch you off guard. He was getting tired of the same scared yelp followed shortly by the shaky, weak slam of the door. 

Springtrap watched, brows furrowing in irritation as you sat safe behind the door- his rough hand laid flat against the metal blockage… His face softened a moment. Damn, this door was really damaged. Like if he were to slam himself into it, it'd just… fall.  

He smirked, brow etching upward in conspiracy. He’d just have to test his theory.

He slammed his fist against it, testing his idea with no regard for your reaction. 

Another hit, definitely harder than the first.

You yelped, jumping to your feet as you looked around- the door next to you was stuck shut. It hasn't opened since you've gotten here. With that option gone, there was really no other way out.

Afton rammed his arm against it, his eyes crazed as he repeatedly collided himself into the door. Your effort thudded in sync with his, grunting with pain as you finally launched all your weight into the door. With a loud slam it hit the ground, you falling with a piercing land on top of it. The adrenaline in your body refused to let you get winded, your instincts making you scramble onto your feet.

Springtrap finished the door as you made it on your toes, heavily breathing as he watched you scatter off. It was too long before he was trudging after you. The loud thunks of his metal feet trailing after you. You could hear him behind you, only glancing for a moment just to see how far off he was. Another sharp cry left your mouth as you watched him catch up, the glint in his eyes shaking you to your core. 

You cut through a hallway- throwing down a musty table, wincing as it smacked against the ground. He snarled, backing up some before slamming the table broken with his foot. His speed boosting as he chased after you- his shoulder slamming the door you’d closed open and off the hinges.

“Fuck! No!-” Your knees locked on themselves for a split second, Eyes wide as you’d realized you'd only made a full circle back to your office. You halted, turning to look back at his figure hulking towards you. You slipped against the door spring trap had knocked, fumbling around before trying to make it out the other side. 

Your life flashed in front of your eyes for a second- watching as his large, rough hand snatched you from behind. His other palm immediately swooping in to cover your mouth. “Shhh…” He mocked, “Little bunny..” 

The eyes, that feeling of being watched. It was him. He’d been the one watching you. You flailed against him as he dragged you back against him, kicking and screaming against his hand before he threw you forward- winding you as your stomach hit the office disk. 

“I.. finally.. Caught you.” He caught his breath, a slow laugh conjuring in his throat as he realized he finally had.

“Oh little bunny, I hope you've said your prayers.” His mocking tone pissed you off, and even more that you could feel your cunt against him- as if everytime you moved your hips away, they-or to be more realistic- his dick- found its way back. You yelled a muffled curse against the fur of his hand. 

“Ah!..” He removed his left hand from around your mouth, thrusting you up with his hips and right hand that was clawed around your hip, “ah ahhh. Language.” 

“Fuck you.” You hissed, a slight scowl on your face. He smirked, his right hand was holding the back of your neck- Using it to his advantage, he slammed your head back into the desk.

“Dont make me regret giving you speaking privileges.” He snapped, “I only moved my hand so you could breathe. So, don't make me regret doing that either.”

You didn't speak after that, only blinked. You were coming up with something to say. Preferably something that could delay your death even by a little.

Afton had no intention of fucking you while dead. As depraved as he was, you served no use to him like that dead. He wanted you alive, conscious. Loud and warm. His hand slides from the back of your neck into your hair- tangling his fingers into your hair. He gave it a slight tug, watching you respond by closing your eyes.

You wiggled against him some, and it was quick to snap him back to reality. Reminding him to be aware.

“Fuck..” He murmured, eyes dragging down your spine- admiring the curve of your hips up close. “Are you gonna kill me yet?” You mocked the nonchalance and sudden casualness of your voice setting him off some. Even the small quiver of fear in your voice wasn't enough to keep him gentle. He tugged you up to your feet again by your hair, flipping you around and lifting you on the desk. This 6’10 rotting rabbit still loomed over you like this,  his warm breath grazing your cheek. “Subside your attitude," He chided, "I’m not even close to done with you…”

You felt his hand on the outer curve of your upper thigh, the squeeze of his fingers causing you to squeak. He pulled you closer to the edge, legs spreading further around his hips. He bucked against you quickly, the hand once on your thigh now sliding up your waist and across your stomach.

He pulled your forehead against his- tugging you in by your tie. He smirked, leaning down so he covered your entire frame. Your breath hitched without a word, gazing flicking off every so often.

“... What are you gonna do to me..?” Was all you said in a moment of silence. He chuckled, stifling a louder laugh from you. Springtrap pulled your head back, exposing your throat to him as he twirled his finger in your tie- loosening it. “What do you want me to do to you?” He asked, his voice lowering. For whatever reason the question made your insides churn, heat shooting down to the clit of your cunt. Your brows furrowed in response, there were no words in the world to express the confusion, fear and arousal you felt at the same time.

Springtrap nuzzled against your throat, his steaming tongue falling from his jaw to lick against your exposed skin. You shivered against his touch.

“Because…” He gave a muffled groan, teeth nipping your skin, “from my point of view… mn.. It looks like you want me too…” His left hand moved from your tie to your ass- groping.

“Touch you.” He finished, and the punctuation in his words didn't fail to twist that feeling in your core. He chuckled as he let go of your hair, using his right hand to free your tie from your throat. His hands compared to your body were large, and he’d soon prove that by unbuttoning your shirt and feeling out your breasts.

“God… Shit.” He huffed, pulling back. His little bunny tail fwipped side to side- Ears twitching as he fumbled with the button of your shirt.

You sat, it felt like each button he did- your legs spread just half an inch wider. Like your body was begging for him to unzip your pants instead of fumbling around with your shirt. This was disgusting, but hot. Very hot. Your back arched against him, your clothed crotch trying to rub against his no longer hidden erection. But that didn't seem to bother him- only spur him on more.

“Fuck this.” He snarled, gripping your button up before tearing it off of you. In one swift motion your shirt was on the ground and your tits were displayed to him like a double wrapped trophy. He was silent, before huffing a laugh, “Nice bra.”

You gave a bitchy smile, and you only received a malicious smirk.

It was a lace bra, a deep purple actually. And with the way his fingers felt against it- searching for your nipples beneath the material- you could tell he liked it.

He wasn't gonna take it off, you could tell that too. Mostly because he suddenly dismissed it and went straight for the thick, leather, belt of your pants. He was desperate, tugging your pants down with aggression. “C-calm down-” You muttered, knees back together as he tilted you back to pull your pants down your lower thighs.

“I'll calm down whenever I so goddamn please.” He snapped- “So shut the fuck up, and enjoy.” He hissed, finally tearing down your pants- shoes popping off with it. You watched him drop down slowly, on his knees so that his face was somewhat level to the matching panties you had on right now.

“I can see her through the fabric you know..” You could feel his hot breath against you, tickling your cunt enough for her to tighten then loosen. As if begging for friction.

“How sweet, you're practically soaking.” That, you couldn't deny. Your panties were so wet it was uncomfy. You hadn't really noticed it though, not until he had finally slammed you into the desk. You whimpered, catching it last second before sending a glare his way. But he didn't back down, throwing your legs over the curve of his forearms. His thumb pressed down on your clit, practically drooling at the sight of her tightening and loosening again. Clamping around nothing.

“So.. fucking… Desperate.” He slapped the outer of your left thigh, kissing the inside before biting. As if trying to enjoy every part of your exposed skin. 

God you were so fired.

Maybe anyway.

Afton let his tongue drape away from his jaw- the pads of his thumb curving away your panties. His eyes analyzed your cunt half lidded, his long tongue dripping with his slimy spit as he teased you. Teased you just enough for you to buck your hips up again. You could hear his mocking laugh, as if watching you squirm for more amused him. And it did. He finally flicked your clit, moaning slightly as he quickly went back in for another taste. “Youre fucking delicious…” His voice was muffled against your folds, his tongue working as if he had more to gain from this than you. Your moans had finally peaked, a peep finally releasing from your throat as his tongue prodded your entrance. The saliva drenched muscle got more aggressive at your sound, desperate to get another sound out of you. And god did it work.

“F-fuck!” You felt your toes curl, legs spread and hips lifted for the large bunny before you. Springtrap felt your hand against his ear, tugging at the flat and matted fur. This was probably the sweatiest you’ve ever been. 

“Ohooo… that's it.” He growled, his voice deep and muted against your pussy.

That's when you felt it.

His tongue slid through.

The wet muscle fucking your cunt with his cold nose against your achey clit. His tongue was fucking amazing, thick- long- like a tentacle. It was inhumane, alien-like. Especially how he eyed you, hands pressing your thighs back. You were half his size, but for whatever reason that made it so much better.

Springtrap grinned against you, feeling your cunt clamp down on his tongue- as if to push him out- he knew you were close. He wasted no time with this notion, his tongue wriggling and tasting every part of your canal… His muffled moans of approval only causing you more arousal, pushing you closer to that edge.

“Im-” You choke on your own words, squeals and meek moans trying to pass your suppression of embarrassment. Your hips jerked against his grip slightly but his grip only tightened, holding you down and open until you finished against his face. He hummed against your puffy pussy, smothering his muzzle into it. 

You let out another whimper, huffing as you tried to regain your composure. His tongue slowly dragged out of your hole, retracting back into his mouth as he raised upwards to stand. He stared down at you like prey, like raw meat. Your knees pinned together, calves and socked feet covering your sopping cunt.

“I’m not done with you… Remember?” His tone made you shudder, sending another sensation to your clit. Suddenly, he grabbed your ankles with one hand- dragging you forward. “Stand up, and bend over this desk.” Springtrap demanded gruffly, ears whirring forward. You nodded, slipping your feet out of his harsh grip. As you stood he stepped back, watching with interest as you placed both of your hands against the table. “Such a good girl… You certainly know how to please?” What you hadn't expected was for his hand to slap your ass. You yelped, wincing as you jolted forward. He was using a lot of force, and maybe he hadn't noticed. Or maybe he did. And this was just what he wanted.

“Dont you..?” Another slap to the ass, one that drew tears to your eyes. 

And that seemed to arouse him. His cock twitching with a bead of precum. Another whack to your bum, your skin reddening with the aftermath of a sharp stinging sensation every few seconds.

Afton was loving this. Watching you squirm around and cry out every time his hand came into contact with your ass… Now he was wondering what else he could affect. His free hands snatched up your hair, tugging your hair back. Springtrap towered over you, covering you with his frame as his fingers found their way to your empty entrance. “So fucking tight.” Again, another smack to your butt. The large red handprint stung, that burning sensation only fueling your pleasure. His middle and ring finger shoved themselves into your pussy, filling you up enough to have you squeezing against his intrusion. That didn't take long either, his fingers moving and working so quickly you could barely comprehend the dirty, sick, words coming out of his mouth.

This action was repetitive. And agonizing. He’d finger you, get you close to that edge- even let a little squirt touch him- then he’d rip out his fingers and smack your ass until it was burning red.  

“I know, baby.” He laughed. Amused. Watching you shake and shiver. But he did it again- Shoving his fingers in deep… His false remorse cracking with each slap to your ass.

“Yeah? You gonna cum?” Springtrap loved the power dynamic, how he was able to degrade you- punish you- and watch you take it.. Almost eagerly.

You nodded, butt wiggling for him. He’d be a liar if that didn’t make him want to fuck you more. He cooed in your ear again, kissing down the curve of your back until he hit your crack. His hands trailed your sides, settling with an intense grip at your hips. You could feel it, you could feel him. The size of his cock, and the ache behind it. Each twitching dropping a bead of precum on to your ass.

 “Wanna cum?” He asked, tilting his head to your other ear, his evil snarl reverberating in your head like a broken record. 

You gave him a soft nod, biting your lip as he snagged your head back harder. Spring trap watched the way your butt pushed upward, his jaw twitching. His frame against yours was overbearing, your head tugged against his thick, deteriorating chest- ass pressed against his cock and hips. He was a hulking mass of bunny and man. Shredded but deteriorating. Large and intimidating. You stood no chance fighting back empty handed, and you honestly didn't think you stood a chance against his cock either. 

He sneered at your nod, dragging you upward and to your feet. Shoving you down to your knees. He was gonna fuck your face- that was until he sized his cock to your head. He laughed at you, brows pinching upward in amusement.

“Oh…” He lifted your face to his tip, pressing himself against your lips. 

You were astonished, he was huge. Maybe you shouldn't have been so surprised considering his general size- but his sheer girth scared you… 

“Second thoughts?” He pushed your head back, before dropping to a squat. He met you at eye level. Though even in a squat he towered you. You nodded, looking away from him.

The bunny huffed, sucking in his teeth before shrugging. “Me too.” Was all he said before he snatched you by your throat again, thrusting you into the disgusting floor. You struggled against his air closing grip but that only seemed to rile him up more. It wasn't long before he was between your thighs, pushing your knees up to the sides of your chest- his tip poking at your hole.

He was hunched over you like… like a rabbit. His hind legs and feet kept him stable against the tiled floor and his hands were now placed on the ground besides your head. Springtrap huffed above you, tongue draping out once again to lick the side of your face. 

“I dont think it’ll fit-” You said shakily, hands gently wrapped around his damaged, yet large, forearms.

“It'll fit…” He groaned, shoving through the head- relishing in the cry it earned from you, “I’ll make it.”

He cursed, head lifting back as he shoved in another inch. Your legs rested over his shoulder- pinned perfectly into a tried and true mating press. You gave out another whimper, watching him drop further against you- his forearms now against the floor to hold himself up.

Another inch. 

Then another.

And another.

Oh, the agony. The feeling of being split open by monster cock was not on your to-do list either. Yet, with the push of another inch, your cunt was opening up for him- as if providing refuge. And lord, was he taking advantage of it. He hissed a curse, drawing his hips back and up. Only a little… just until the only thing left was his tip.

Your lips parted to speak, but it was soon in vain as the only thing that was heard was the piercing cry of your moan. His hips snapped back into you, jerky and shaky as he lulled his head back.

Finally,  he thought. He was finally buried balls deep in your sweet cunt, his hips already starting to work you out. His pace didn't take long to quicken, his labored breathing slowly turning into animalistic growls- like he was lifting hundreds of pounds. Your moans didn't take long to catch up either, growing in volume each time his cock punched your g-spot. Every few thrusts he stabbed into your cervix, his guttural groan whinier than you each time he did so.

His loudness was turning you on, each time his deep snarls flipped into desperate whines- you tightened. He was ramming into you with no mercy and with no clear intention to stop anytime soon. It was eye-rolling ecstasy. His strength and stamina was inhuman, his jaw latching on to your shoulder as his arms wrapped around your waist- bringing you down on him faster. He didn't lack the hardness, clearly. The bulge in your tummy showing his size crudely. 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah..” Springtrap snarled, his little puff-tail swishing furiously as if to match the speed of his thrusts, “Look- at you… Heh.” The only response you could manage was a squeal.

“Look at how much you love my cock.” His head twitched, biting down on another spot of your shoulder, “Look how fucking well you take it.” He always punctuated his words so perfectly, each word becoming more raw.

   He’d be lying if he said that the sight of you beneath him, coming undone all over him- wasn’t pushing him to the edge quicker than anticipated. But nonetheless, he hardened. 

“T-too much!” You chirped, moans eating up your words quicker than you could control.

“Too much?” He snapped, lifting himself up some. 

The bunny scoffed, “All that begging to cum, and now it's too much?” He laughed, his eyes shifting. It was something about that crazed gaze that made your cunt tighten. He quickened as much as he could, watching your breasts bounce- and your head fall back.

“Youre gonna fucking take it.” He hissed gravely, “youre gonna fucking take all of it-” His hips stuttered, his rhythm broken up into desperate humps before he quickly regained footing. 

“You’re going to take it all– balls-” The rabbit's cock thudded into you quickly before he let out a deep, low, guttural, growl- “Deep!” 

Springtrap’s hips snapped against you one last time, his orgasm peaking with shattered moans as he coated your insides deep with his cum. You twitched- hips jerking against his as you felt the warm semen fill your cunt.

Chest heaving, sweaty… you’d thought he would be done. 

“I’m not done with you yet.” A phrase he seemed to like to use a lot. He slid out of you, watching his cum pour out of you.

“And you're not getting a break either.” He flipped, quickly. Arching your ass up to his hips he proceeds to hunch over you again- one hand pressing your head and face into the ground, the other holding your hips so he could aim his tip perfectly against your entrance.

“Y-you came..”  You huffed, an attitude arising from you- “You came inside me… Dickhead…” 

“And I’m gonna do it again.” He pressed his tip in, slamming into you with one harsh thrust- “and again- Until you're bred full of my seed.” 

His voice was husky, raw- and you knew it was over once you felt his cock slid out to the tip. He snapped back in, quickly finding his rhythm. He loved this. You let him fuck you raw, filthy. Your cunt always pulling his dick back for more. Milking him as if he were a life source. 

He was quick with it. Each thrust sends you forward, only to be pulled back by his rough hands and heavy weight. He gave you no mercy. No coddling. Just pure, rough, claiming. To be totally honest, You’d finished plenty of times already, your cunt and cervix soon growing sensitive- swelling up from the sheer aggression from the animatronic. You could hear the whirring of his gears, the animalistic growls- the way his slimy, wet cock stabbed into your sopping pussy. The friction was too much, you were about to come undone again and he wasn't even close. 

“Thhereee you go, bunny.” He praised, “be a good slut and cum on my dick.” Then he was back to degrading you. 

He used all the names. 

Bitch, whore, slut, cumdump- 

Anything he could use to remind you how beneath him you were.

How much power and control he truly had over you.

“Thats right, whore. Take it.” He hardened, pulling out to the head then stabbing it back in hard. Over. and over. And over. Faster. And faster. And faster. He held your hip up more- knees barely touching the cold tile. Though, your face was still very much smothered against the ground. He was using you like a fleshlight, and mocking you while doing so.

“Thhhattt’s right… Let me take every inch of this sweet pussy.” His words twisted something in you. Like he was loosening every sane screw in your mind. You practically squirted with each word that fell from his mask. And boy, did he love that. 

He fell forward, forearms holding him up as he jackhammered his length into your puffy, red, cunt. He slipped one hand under and beneath your chin, tilting your head up- forcing your mouth open. His tongue draped down, long and wet. The muscle invaded your cavern, twisting and tangling in your mouth as it fought against your tongue. You were no match for the monster-robot-bunny. And you liked it that way. Each sound that left your mouth fueled the excruciating heat he felt in his body. His hands debating on snapping your neck right then and there- or finishing first. He groaned, his mouth meeting yours for a suffocating kiss before he pulled away. “I wanna see your face when I finish inside you.” He mocked, his smile utterly annoying, “I wanna see what you look like when you're being bred.”

You nodded in agreement, and that seemed to stroke his ego more than you thought it would have. He hummed, his lips parting for another groan.

He was getting closer.

“Fuckkkk…” He whined, “Want me to breed ya?” He tilted his head, pulling your mouth against his again. His hand moved angles, gripping the mess he made of your hair. 

You nodded, your back beginning to hurt with the painful arch he had you in. With your eager response, he chuckled, kissing you one last time before slamming your head back down into the cold and wet tiles.

“Then take my fucking cock, greedy bitch.” One last insult for the ride. He tore into you, his hips quickening in pace just like before. His head fell back, his moans less… husky. He was whining. Brows pinched together as he felt his climax coming through. He nodded profusely, his little tail doing that little swishing thing again. You stammered between moans and he only laughed at you. Trying to hide his whiney moans of desperation with sardonic degradation. 

“Mhmn- Yes, that's it… I’m gonna fucking cum.” Springtrap’s rhythm became jerky again- his pattern faltering as he came to his edge..

He gave one last deep groan before he finished, his cum spurting out the sides of your filled hole. His weight lowered against you, his huffing glitching as he twitched. “Shit…” You mewled, your hips finally falling to the ground as he released you. It was silent, the only thing that could be heard was thick, heavy breathing- and the buzzing of the shitty lighting. 

“Right on time.” The rabbit slowly stood, towering over you.

Fuck. You were dead now weren't you?

The clock went off.

Signalling it was 6:00 am.

“What..?” You were breathless, flipping on your back to sit up. “It’s 6:00am.” Was all he said before picking up your clothes, piling them on the desk, “Here. napkin… for the mess.” he threw fast food napkins at you. 

“Are you fucking serious?” Springtrap snapped his head around to look at you.

“Thats it?” You asked again, in disbelief that he was just walking away. Though you shouldn't have been all surprised.

“You cum in me and all I get is napkins and my own clothes back? Not even a high-five ‘Go team!’ ?” Maybe the dick had you feeling a little too confident… Springtrap turned around fully now, slowly trudging towards you. 

Shit.

“Are you trying to stay overtime, smartass?” Springtrap didn't put up with backtalk often, and his ego was waaayyy too big to allow himself to be bitched out.

You got silent… the thought of another round wasn't so bad. But you weren’t gonna tell him that because then he’d win- but god did your cunt twitch at the sudden attention. The bunny squatted down to you again, tilting his head. His forearms rested against the matted fur and rust on his knees.  A slow smirk curved onto his face, eyes narrowing at your form- and the way your knees pinned together- lifting to cover your breasts. He watched you bite your bottom lip- avert your eyes from his gaze, and he took that notion instantly- his cock bobbing back up without hesitation.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He tugged your ankle softly- parting your legs once again, “Don’t worry… I’ll be gentle this time..”

Guess he decided on keeping you alive instead.

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It’s dirty. The way he’s able to lie with such ease, without even flinching. You often wonder what else he could lie about, what there is that he isn’t telling you, but the words he whispers to you are etched into your skull.

It’s disgusting how he pulls you away at the perfect moment. No one ever notices when the two of you disappear, when he sneaks you lingering looks across the room or lustrous touches under the table. He knows exactly how to pull you apart to pieces, especially when he gets to take in the jealous, scared look on your face when he wraps an arm around his wife. He loves watching you drive yourself crazy over him, you hate him for it.

It’s invigorating.

You love the way you’re sworn to secrecy. One word, one small neglected detail, one minor characteristic out of place, and his whole life would be over.

His lengthy fingers dig into the fat of your hips, sure to leave mulberry impressions by tomorrow morning. He ruts his hard dick between your thighs, letting it pet against your wet pussy as you push back into him, hands falling forward to catch your weight on the washing machine.

“William…” you exhale, feeling his tip catch the perfect angle on your sensitive nerves. You clench onto nothing.

He kisses down your neck, hands ghosting over your skin as one snakes in front of you to rub your clit. You roll your head back into his shoulder, craning your neck and exposing him to more surface area. A soft moan escapes your lips, barely heard over the commotion outside of the locked washroom door.

“Look at you.” He muses, rubbing circles with skilled fingers and watching eagerly as your jaw falls open. “You fall apart so easily for me, don’t you?”

Your jeans pull tight around your skin where they’re pulled down to your thighs. William’s touch sends lightning strikes through your skin. Your body needs him, and you know he needs yours, too by the way his tip is leaking onto your thigh.

He reaches down further, gliding his fingers through your slick before plunging them deep into your wet cunt. You shudder, and a desperate moan falls out of your mouth. He can’t help but grin against your neck when you squeeze around him. He rips a groan from your throat as he twists his fingers perfectly, just how you like. William rubs carefully over the soft spot inside of you before increasing his pace tenfold, essentially digging at your walls. He loves to see how far he can push you.

“That’s a good girl,” he whispers to you, “you’ll take whatever I give you, huh?”

His words are sinister, and the presence of him against you begins to cloud your head. Your eyes roll shut, jaw slack as hot pants fill the closet. You’re the only one who could turn him on like this.

“Mhm…” you hum, biting your lip.

Your legs begin to shake under you as a wave of heat rolls through you, taking you closer to your looming orgasm.

“Yeah, you’d even let me fuck you right here, right now, wouldn’t you?” His fingers speed up. “Yeah, is that what you want? Say it.”

Your eyes are screwed shut, body tingling from the sensation as you unclench your jaw and start to beg, “please, please fuck me…”

Oh, he could never say no to you. Especially not when you’re being so good for him, letting him touch you all over in the sanctuary you two have made of his laundry room, begging so sweetly for his cock.

He pulls his fingers out of you without anymore hesitation, pulling his pants down further and letting his belt hit the floor. When they pool around his ankles he’s left clad in an unbuttoned shirt that hangs off of his shoulders. You arch your back forward, exposing your pussy to him from behind. As he rolls your top up, you can’t resist looking back at him over your shoulder, watching his eyebrows knit in concentration as he lines up his hard length with your slit. Without warning, he drives into you, making you jump as his thick cock stretches out your swollen walls. You hiss at the feeling, letting out a deep moan absentmindedly as he settles snug, all the way inside of you.

Your volume startles him, and William takes a second to reach over you and start the dryer, letting the rattling sound cover up your helpless cries, sure that nobody else will be able to hear you but him. You’re all his.

He then uses the same hand to get a firm grip on your hair, entangling his fingers before pushing your head down flush with the machine. He resumes his thrusts, rapid and unforgiving, and you lay there with no other choice but to let him use you, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Your eyes watch the door, unable to look away even if his hand wasn’t pinning you in place. You stare at the golden lock, twisted shut to not let anybody catch you in this compromising position, with William rutting his length so deep into you you can’t breathe, you feel him in your lungs.

He’s everywhere. On your skin, in your head, in your lungs… You let him reduce you to his slut, molding your pussy to his dick, ruining you so that no one else could ever make you feel as fervent as him. It’s downright unlawful.

Maybe he wants you to look at the door. Maybe he wants your eyes to trail down to where the hallway light leaks in from underneath, watching shadows of footsteps pass back and forth just inches away from you. It’s so wrong, and you should know better.

But William should know better, too. His wife is out there, the woman who he married, who birthed his kids, who loves him… but he could never love her as much as he loves to fuck you. To feel your young and eager body against his, milking his cock for all he’s got, crying out for him as you drag your nails down his back. The thought of you keeps him up at night more than he cares to admit.

“William, oh-! William!” filling his ears as he buries himself deep in your cunt, strings of white painting your insides.

He almost wishes he’d accidentally left the door unlocked.

He almost wishes she’d walk in on you.

He almost wishes she knew.

The soft, hesitant, stolen touches to an old snout, fleeting and fearful of prying eyes. The indolent security guard wouldn't bother to notice. Nor did they care. 

The screams pleased him. Warmed his old rotten heart. Movements deceptively mechanical, lurching, routined before a shuddering monstrous lurch with snapping, gnashing jaws that always sent them shrieking. He almost drooled at the thought of it. But now there is a different appetite to sate.

Soft skin, the fragile warmth of living flesh; pliant, rich, vital. Vulnerable. The thought of it possessed him, ached deep in the bones of his endoskeleton.

They made for pitifully easy prey. Lingering in the attraction in the last few minutes before it would close, peering over old arcade cabinets with hands cupped to disguise the shine of their phone flashlight—another fanatic, how quaint. Appraising the authenticity of the vintage machines. He'll show them a vintage truly worth savouring.

He knew the blind spots, of course. Knew how a hearty rumble of the old agony-choked chassis would fry the security systems with static, enough to require a manual reboot. Foam-and-metal vice gripped over wet, soft lips. Wet with the spittle of a muffled scream, the heat panted against the delicate circuitry and rusted metal there. Frustratingly, tantalisingly distracting.

Freeze-response, like a frightened little rabbit. He twists you in his grip, pressing your back against the vinyl-clad plywood; cheap, tacky, a pitiful reconstruction of those old pizzeria halls. The thought almost made his atrophied heart ache with a perverted sentimentality. A curled claw under your jaw, forcing your eyes to meet the suit's dull, hollow glare.

"Find what you were looking for...?" 

The first vowel fizzing with static, words wrenched from the rusted cabling of his throat.

Metal-pronged claws rake at your abdomen, tracing along the fragile arch of your ribcage, sinking into the tender, vulnerable skin underneath. Soft as fruit-flesh, and just as easily bruised. The touch is experimental, crude, yet reverent; not for you, but for the tangible life therein. The delicacies of flesh and blood, spooled inefficiently, artlessly, within a feeble chassis of meat, skin, and sinew. The handicap of humanity. Thrust now—sharp in contrast, limp prey in its jaws—against the raw beauty of the mechanical form.

Springtrap wrenches you to face the wall, the cheap plywood shuddering from the force of your body slamming against the greasy vinyl. A rattling growl rumbles from the nape of your neck, slipping down your spine like icewater. Plastic teeth pressed to the spoke of bone there, tasting the heat of your skin like a snake; a hiss of hydraulics, something like a moan.

"Curious little thing... how sweet you were. How you touched me... such a tease." A choked laugh, dry as rot.

A mechanical paw thrust between your thighs, raking up the stretch of warm flesh. Spokes of raw metal, the suit's endoskeleton exposed from rotten fleece, rips through the fabric of your jeans as easily as talons through skin—enough to sting, blood beading at the thin grooves raked across your inner thigh. A shuddering, rasping exhale of breath, biting at your nape, and the paw is removed—and something stiff and cold thrust between your thighs in its absence.

"Such warmth..." voice a snarl of rust and static, dripping with wet, animal heat. The paws close in like a vice against your thighs, pressing that heat tightly around his cock. Throbbing, warm—rutted between the coarseness of fabric and the heady give of your flesh. The act is violent, depraved. The drag of his cock against your clothed hole like a threat.

An instinct deep and animal, in spite of all logic or biological reality: to mate, to fuck his little quarry until they were brimming with him.

His hips buck like a jackrabbit, flattening you to the wall with the cold, dead weight of the animatronic suit. Plastic teeth sinking into the skin of your nape, shredding the skin, fleeced fingers choking down your throat to muffle your cries. It's messy, uncoordinated, like a glitching stutter of a preprogrammed routine gone awry. The machine gasps, shudders, wheezing as if malfunctioning, thrusts slackening to a lazy, lax pull of flesh-on-flesh. Red raw against the blooming bruises on your thighs, the fabric of your jeans smeared with blood.

Springtrap heaves a death-rattle sigh, lapping at the grooves left at your nape by the suit's teeth with the flat of his tongue. The liquid dribbling down your thighs is cold and slick, soaking through the fabric of your jeans and mixing foully with your shed blood. Unpleasantly oil-like, gleaming iridescent where it had spattered onto the tiled flooring.